the Hash met at the British High Commission at about 9.30 in the am and after some waiting headed off into the wild green yonder!
After a couple of breakdowns and persons losing themselves on the perfectly straight road, we finally got up to Joe and Christine's place around 11am.
hhmmmmm maybe he took a dump and some else is burying it?
from the great and feared Hash Master "ChopSuzuki"
And off we go!
Clustered at first, that soon changes as the walkers
rapidly drop behind,
The first part of the run was along good, firm, open, sand covered roads or trails as you may call them (we do).
The hot bright sun blazing down on us poor suffering hashers makes us wonder "are we insane to be out here?" ... but as the saying goes "no one but mad dogs, Englishmen and Hashers out in the noon day sun"
Welcome to the hash people. "cor its hot"
calls for cool shade from sweaty people abound .... but relief is in sight:
While others hurry to get out
and put on their shoes
"aahhhhh dry land at last!"
"Yes you do look a bit damp!"
ONON! On in!
And then back onto the trail again
" hello what happened back there?"
"It wasn't me!"
trash and all
Living on the edge!!
a little too fast
Sumintra makes her way down
and onto the home trail
Meanwhile, back at the ONON, the GM deals with names and accounts!!
while the front runners "Buss a Lime!"
This was a good crop of fresh plucked virgins
and the GM does his conductor thing
and the virgins drink
"Go West young man "
(in other words, "get your butt into the centre!")
And the hares are finally caught .. Suckstache and Rubber Duckie
What's this drinking water? ... sacrilege!!!
now what is that hare cooking up?
Here we have a good view of "Banks, the beer of Guyana".!!
The original Jardim swimming hole in the ground great for whirlpool action
The view from above of the "OOL" (notice no "P" in it!!)